Since it mentioned disaster relief fundraising, Ankang referred to the fundraising methods of the 21st century to give An Tianhan a general explanation of the organizational form, publicity methods, fundraising process, and arrangements for donations and materials.

The description is so detailed, I just need to make a PPT to demonstrate.

However, An Tianhan is not an ordinary person after all, and before An Kang finished speaking, he understood what was going on.

"I'm afraid this fundraising is difficult to implement." An Tianhan raised his head and said.

"Difficult to implement? Why? "Ankang is puzzled.

Why is it that such a useful method of fundraising in the 21st century was difficult to implement in ancient times 2,500 years ago? Is there a lack of caring people in this era? Isn't there a spirit of solidarity in this era?

An Tianhan explained: "Now the royal family is weak, and the world is about to be in chaos. The Rebellion in the Fallen West City first came from an earthquake, and then from the fall of a meteorite. Two disasters have occurred one after the other, and the world is afraid that the world will regard the Fallen West City as a place of sin. Even heaven and earth can't bear it, let alone people. ”

I'll go! I give full marks for this logic!

Why doesn't the meteorite go anywhere, but it smashes here? Of course, God can't take it anymore.

Why doesn't the earthquake go anywhere, but it has to be here? Of course, the earth endured internal injuries.

In this kind of place, it's too late to hide, and you still collect donations? I'm afraid most people wish this city would disappear from the horizon sooner rather than later.

"According to this statement, is it not that Luo can't even get disaster relief money from the national treasury?" An Kang asked.

"I'm afraid it's the same. If there is only one earthquake, or only one meteorite, it may be considered an accident. Within a few days of the earthquake, there were meteorites one after another, and this was what God was destined for. ”

Ankang thought to herself: Can I tell you that this earthquake was a good thing for your son?

Can you?

Of course not!

Although the damage caused by the earthquake was not large, it killed 2,000 people.

If anyone knew that the earthquake that killed 2,000 people was artificially caused by the son of An Tianhan, the lord of Shenxi City, I am afraid that the king of Hades would also spit on it.

Of course, there is no such thing as Hades in this era.

However, Ankang will never take this risk.

Now this thing is stuck here.

If the truth about the earthquake is not revealed, then the city of Meteoric West taken over by my father will become a place of sin that humanity spurns just like the city of Sodom in Western legends.

If the truth about the earthquake is told, then my father and myself will be mercilessly punished.

It doesn't matter to you, as a prophet and savior, you may face an extremely difficult future, but letting your family be implicated by yourself will outweigh the losses.

What's more, after An Tianhan lost his qualification to run for Fu Yin, it was also a comfort to be able to become the city lord of Falling West City.

After thinking twice, Ankang decided to conceal the truth about the earthquake and try to solve the problem of the reconstruction of the city in his own way.

Anyway, he is also a savior, and even the falling of the meteor has been solved, so what is it to rebuild a city?

I've played SimCity myself, and there are still many cities in this era where the municipal construction is not perfect. For example, there is no functional zoning in the whole city, the theater is too small, there is no green space and park suitable for square dancing in the middle of the city, and there is no gymnasium......

Uh, gymnasium. Judging from the intensity of physical labor of people in this era, it is necessary to consider whether it is necessary to build a gymnasium.

Of course, more importantly, there is no water supply and drainage system.

There are two kinds of water supply in the city of Meteoroxi, one is the well. Large households are one well per household, and common households are generally twenty or thirty households with one well. Wells are simply not enough.

The other is a water truck. It is the kind of car that carries water in the type of environmental greening, and is pulled around the city by two people. Whoever wants water pays for it. It is very inconvenient to supply at a fixed time and at a fixed point.

Drainage is even more problematic. It is a huge city, and it is drained by a few rivers. All kinds of rotten leaves, garbage, and feces are poured into the river.

It has been said that "a city with water has an aura", and this is all too true. Otherwise, where will the garbage and feces be dumped?

Therefore, Ankang not only plans to help his father rebuild the city of Shenxi, but also plans to build this city into a benchmark city of the Great Zhou Empire, the most livable city in the empire, the city with the highest citizen happiness index, and even the city with the fastest GDP growth in the future.

It wasn't built in a day, but Ankang had a way to speed up the process.

After making up his mind, Ankang went to the tent where Song Xiayang lived. I have to say that although the tents of this era are not as good as the materials of outdoor tents in the 21st century, this tent is thick, large, both ambiguous and ventilated, and it is very comfortable to live in.

Of course, making the tent as comfortable as a bedroom is entirely due to years of war. Even a civilian official who is powerless must have some skills to prepare for war and famine. Because I don't know when he might be drafted into the army and become a staff member in the army or something.

As soon as Song Xiayang saw An Kang, he asked, "Big brother, did that Lord Zheng trouble you again?" ”

Ankang shook his head: "If you don't say it, I almost forgot about him." What's going on with that guy? Got gunpowder? When you see me, you will do it. ”

Song Xiayang smiled: "Don't mind, eldest brother, speaking of which, Master Zheng and my cousin still have a little relationship." ”

"Oh, it turned out to be Song Xiachen's subordinates. That's understandable. Ankang sat down on a chair covered in tiger skin, picked up a kettle, and prepared to pour himself a bowl of water to drink.

"Big brother guessed wrong, this time it's not Song Xiachen, it's Song Xiayu."

"I'll go!" An Kang's hand shook, and the water spilled on the table, "Song Xiayu and Song Xiachen are not mortal enemies." I had a holiday with Song Xiachen, Song Xiayu should be very happy. Why did these two brothers join forces against me? ”

Song Xiayang called a maid to come in and wipe the table dry, poured water for Ankang, and then sent the maid out before saying to Ankang: "I remember that my eldest brother once told me a sentence before, there are no eternal friends, only eternal interests." ”

"That's right."

"My two cousins are neither friends nor share common interests, but they share the same opinion of the eldest brother."

"What's the idea? They all look at me unpleasantly and want to get rid of me? ”

Song Xiayang nodded.

Ankang said: "Why? I'm such a cute and cute person, harmless to humans and animals. If Song Xiachen hadn't come to provoke me, I wouldn't have known about the existence of his person. Not to mention Song Xiayu, I haven't seen him before. Why does he look at me so badly? ”

"Uh......" Song Xiayang thought for a moment and explained, "I'll give you an example. If you and I are opponents, big brother, we both want to defeat each other. Now there is a ferocious dog in our midst. Whoever it helps wins. ”

"Uh-huh. I'm a dog. Ankang nodded, "Go on." ”

Song Xiayang's face flushed, shook his head and said, "No, no, don't misunderstand, big brother." It's not a fierce dog, it's a tiger. ”

"It's okay, just talk about it. It doesn't matter if I'm a dog or a tiger, what's next? ”

"It stands to reason that you and I both want to win over that tiger, right?"

"yes." An Kang nodded.

"What if that tiger is out of control? What if the tiger helped me defeat the enemy and then hurt me in turn? ”